Wednesday, September 28, 2011

BROWN Skin, You know I LOVE your BROWN Skin

I'm falling in love with with a white man. And not to say that his skin matters to me...not to say that it doesn't.

And now that I have your attention and put you one step into my business...let's take this a step further. 

The world looks and feels so much different than it did back when racism seemed really alive. But if you ask me, not much has changed. Because when me and my man walk down the street, I wonder what the crazy stares from other people are about. And I get all wrapped up in him and forget all about our skin. But the world won't let us forget...

So because folks are not usually staging boycotts and black folks proudly seat up front on the CTA, don't be fooled. Racism is still underneath the surface of many live souls. Many people can't see it because they are ignorant to what it is. And many people don't believe it because our President is black. And many don't mind because black people are not enslaved, or at least that's what society wants us to feel. But as long as we continue to separate our love for one another based off of where we come from, we will never freely love.

Racism is not just in our history books. And most of those are outdated and full of lies anyway. Racism is right in our faces. But so many people ignore it, so many people confuse it. And unfortunately, some blacks are racist against one another. I don't want to be penalized by rap music because my skin is brown and I'm not a red bone. But I am.

Brown skin...how many of us love our brown skin? How many of us can see past what the world wants us to be and embrace who we are, where we're from? My ancestors fought hard for me to love this skin of mine. And for them, I love who I am. And I want you to do the same.

Racism is ignorance of love. See because love has no color, no skin tone. Love beyond what you see...


Love,
Vee

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

I LOVE you SO. But Why I LOVE you, I'LL NEVER know

I don't focus too much on haters. Got too much positivity to live for...however; that doesn't mean I'm unaware of the haters. In fact, they're hating asses keep me loving. Ironic, isn't it?

We don't know why. And we can't explain it. But we love our haters...yes, we need our so-called haters to ignite the fuel that burns inside of us; the fuel that keeps us moving. Keeps us hustling. The same fuel that wakes us up and keeps us up. And we know that any hater, of any kind, from anywhere, can either piss us off or pump us up. And here's my top 5 reasons to why we LOVE our HATERS:

5. MOTIVATION: Think about it, whose better to get you motivated than somebody who hates and proclaims that you can't do it? Use their negativity against them by staying motivated and actually doing it.

4. CONVERSATION: We love to be talked about. Good or bad, human nature has taught us to consume attention and this is exactly what a hater does. And the way I look at it, hatin on Vee or not, I'm on your mind! Talk about an easy way to gain street credibility.

3. INTIMIDATION: We won't all admit it, but we like the thought of someone being intimidated by us. And as much as they get on our nerves, we love this about our haters. It does something for our ego.

2. WISDOM: From our haters we learn how to maneuver other personalities and situations. As much as they try to catch us slipping, we regain wisdom for other mishaps caused by haters. Thanks haters!

1. COMPETITION:  We love to compete. We love to be number 1. And our haters make us strive to win...and we should have a goal to win. Remember though, your goals are about you...not your haters. Use their negativity to fuel your fire but convert it into positivity to achieve your goals.

And you will win. You can win. But not if you spend your every moment concerned about your haters and their next move. I get so concerned about my loves out there who constantly claim that everybody is hatin on them...this may just be a figment of some people's imagination. The more attention you give the haters, the easier it is for them to hate. Let them be concerned about your next move. And when they think they know, give them something unexpected. Trust me, they'll hate on that, too.

Stop hatin'...

Love,
Vee